Brent and I had gone to hear Cody James perform. Cody's a cool guy with a neat testimony, a big prison ministry and -- truth be told -- a sort of strangely Bret Michaels type vibe. I don't know what to tell you. Of course, I'm the one who thought I saw Idina Menzel at church this week.
Anyway . . . we needed to talk with him because he'll be playing at
He looked at me warily -- I would say with air of predictability in his eye and said, "Let me guess. Piano, right?"
Ha-Ha! Oh, friends and loved ones! Those precious seconds! It was such a beautiful thing to anticipate his reaction.
"Ah, no. Bass actually."
Now you and I both know I am just a bass student, but that did not take one thing away from this moment. He literally fell back and started laughing. "OH! I totally missed that one. I did not see that! That's great!"
Maybe I should be a little insulted. Maybe I should be worried that I look more like middle-class-piano-playing-mommy than super-bass-chick-rocker-mama. Oh, but I'm not! No, beneath this practical L.L. Bean parka and wool socks lies a Woman of Mystery fully capable of surprising Nashville-type, formerly incarcerated musicians.